A story of love:
one of the few beautiful things we have to blame for making us feel we can transcend our finite existence...
Collaboration with the fantastic @skye!
Heaven was contained in the meter with which you were speaking,
but that doesn’t mean I still don’t question its existence.
tie me down, to all my mistakes.
something, that reminds me of anxiety
yes, i have returned once again to Commaful. get ready for my depressing mood and anxious thoughts.
something warm, but cold.
sometimes i do whats bad for me because it sets me free
Can’t sleep, just doing me. If anybody reads this, cool cool
something heavy lives in my lungs
another love poem, taking everything you can until you can’t, even when it’s bad for you
Like death, grief is also inevitable.